Intimacy (Rose Series Book 3)

by Eden Fortae

  Holding his phone below the edge of the table, Donny tapped the text thread and pulled his lips inward to prevent a grin. Eden had been slick with his picture request. She’d send him the tiniest glimpse of her panties, knowing how much of a tease it made her. This time, she was standing back with her dress pulled up, clutched in the palm of one fist. Her chin and bitten lower lip were visible, but the rest was all body. If seeing part of her face wasn’t sexy enough, there was a second picture with a view from the back.

  His eyes touched every part of the pictures. He looked at each of her small tattoos as if he were connecting the dots to outline her shape. He zoomed in on the pattern of her red boyshorts, suddenly loving roses more than ever before.

  Donny looked up again before adjusting himself below the table. Slyly, he positioned his phone to capture the result of her teasing. Eden replied immediately with a series of emojis and another picture to make him forget where he was.

  “You alright, boss?”

  “What?” He frowned, lowering his phone although they couldn’t see it.

  “You don’t look too happy over there. Just making sure you’re good.”

  Now the entire table was looking at him expectantly, and his hard-on kept him from excusing himself.

  “Everything’s cool,” absently, he gripped himself with his free hand. He couldn’t calm down. Not now. Since he couldn’t get up and go, Donny turned to the next best thing. “If we have no more assignments, you’re free to go for the day.”

  They all looked at each other with smiles and thanked him on the way out. The moment the door closed behind them, he called Eden directly from the text.

  “Marry me.”

  She laughed into the phone, and it oddly turned him on more. “I take it you like that last picture?”

  “I can taste that picture. It makes me want to come through the screen, literally.”

  “Too bad you have to stay away. I think I’d like that.”

  “I’d bend you over that table and spread you wide enough to bury my tongue so deep in you that you’d feel me touching your soul. Your moans weaken me. I hear it when you say my name and when you laugh. I want to hear it as I bend you over my desk and fuck you till you can’t speak.”

  As he expected, she moaned, “Are you at your office now?”

  “Yes. Currently stuck in the conference room because anyone who passes me in the hall is going to notice the massive tent you have me pitching.”

  “I’m in a fabric shop not too far from there. I could come by and help with that.”

  “You took those pictures in a fucking fabric shop, Eden?” The thought of someone seeing her like that when he couldn’t set his blood on fire.

  “I’m the only one here besides the owner, and after he took the pictures, he paid me no mind.”

  “You not only let another motherfucker see you like that, but you also let him take pictures? Where the fuck are you?” Anger seemed to be the magic cure. All the blood below his belt rushed through his veins to his ears. Donny pushed away from the table, storming toward his office to lock up when he realized Eden was laughing her little heart out.

  “I’m joking, Donovan. I took those pictures in the bathroom of the smoothie shop next door, and I was alone.”

  Although it was a relief, it did little to douse the flames burning beneath his skin. While he liked the idea of others envying him for having her, they were at an advantage due to current circumstances. If he couldn’t enjoy a live view of Eden, no one would.

  Locking the door to his office, Donny all but made a mad dash to the underground garage. There, the signal dropped, but as soon as he could, he called her back using small talk to keep her busy. Without knowing it, she’d given him enough details for him to pinpoint her exact location. Under normal circumstances, he would have taken detours and pointless turns to confuse anyone following him. With those pictures seared into his brain and her voice adding to his mood, he couldn’t wait anymore.

  Parking his truck a block away, Donny listened to Eden talk about the fabric she was looking for and what she planned to do with it. Every few steps, he scanned the street, buildings, and everyone he passed. As he slipped into the fabric shop behind two other women, he kept his shoulder and hand raised to block his face.

  “So she wants me to do a few pieces to match her latest sketches. I’m excited.”

  “I’m excited for you, too, baby.” He found her in the back of the store, away from view. Donny turned down the closest aisle to her, pretending to look at a roll of gold fabric while looking through the open space directly at her. “You know what else would excite me?”

  “What?” He saw her smile from the side just before she bent over to touch the fabric on the lowest rack.

  “If your legs were spread and your dress was up while you’re bent over like that.”

  Eden shot up, looking around the room. Her eyes settled on the camera in the corner, and she laughed. “Don’t tell me you hacked into the cameras here.”

  “The cameras are shit and judging by the dark light beneath it, not working. Besides, a grainy black and white view of you wouldn’t be nearly as pleasing as seeing you in the flesh.”

  At that, she stood up straighter with her eyes touching every part of the shop within her line of sight. She walked down the aisle and turned the corner in search of him. When she turned back to go to her corner, he moved closer.

  “Where are you?”

  “Close enough. Spread your legs and bend over for me.” He whispered into the phone, not wanting to give away his location just yet.

  Donny watched Eden slowly bend down as if she were looking at the fabric again. Her dress was long enough that when she spread her legs, nothing was showing. Still, he could see the perfect outline of her ass, and that was a start.

  “Good girl. Pull your dress up.” She did it without hesitation and gave him more than a peek. The hem of her flowy, floral dress rested on the top of her ass, exposing it all to him. Instead of caring about the others, he was encouraged by her willingness and, honestly, the thrill of being caught.

  “Like that?” She moaned into the phone, his body reacted.

  “Yes, just like that.”

  “Where are you, Donovan?”

  “I’m close. So close.”

  “You’re teasing me.”

  “And you got me hard as a rock. I’d say we’re even.”

  “No, we’re not.” She leaned up just enough to check her surroundings. Sure she was alone, Eden reached between her legs to rub herself.

  “Fuck me…” he mumbled into the phone. His view allowed him to see it as if he were directly behind her.

  “You like?”

  “I do. Are we even now?”

  Wordlessly, she pulled her panties to the side, reaching back to ensure she was completely exposed. Quickly she went back to rubbing herself and even giggled as he swore again. She was enjoying herself, both knowing she was getting to him. Submerged in her own pleasure, she didn’t realize Donny was behind her until he slapped her bare ass.

  Eden jolted to a standing position, her cheeks flushed. Her lips parted to say something. A bruising kiss silenced those words. Carelessly, Eden let her phone fall to the floor as she locked her hands behind his neck and allowed him to dominate her. The gloss on her lips tasted better than any strawberry he’d ever eaten. It was crazy how deeply she’d gotten under his skin and how far she could push him without really trying.

  His hand started on her back and then into her hair. He gave no warning and didn’t break the kiss as he nestled his hand in it and pulled her head back enough to expose her neck. That forcefully broke their contact and took her by surprise. So much so that her lips remained parted, and she panted as he stared down at her.

  “Do you care if anyone sees us?”

  She shook her head as best she could with his hand tightly gripping her hair. Donny leaned down to lick her lips, provoking a moan. He couldn’t help but grin at her reaction. Carefully and
without putting distance between them, he backed her into the doorway that sat between two large racks of fabric arranged haphazardly. Some of it provided cover for them but not nearly enough. He didn’t want to let her go, not after going so long without touching her.

  Donny kept his hand in her hair while effectively turning her. With his free hand, he slapped her ass harder than before. As if she were worried about the sound reaching the others in the shop, she tried to lean back only to have Donny react quicker than she could. Her cheek was pressed into the wall, lips bit to stifle yet another moan the moment she felt that hand slip between her legs.

  “Hermosa...Te deseo tanto que me duele. I want you so bad it hurts.”

  “Fuck me.”

  “Dilo en español. You know the rules.”

  She heard his zipper come down and the condom open.

  “I don’t know how. Please, Donovan.” The tip of his penis brushed against her, producing yet another moan and more hushed pleas. “I need you, Donovan, please. I want to feel you so deep that you touch my soul.”

  Having his words thrown back at him was the tipping point. He pushed into her, roughly pulling her head back for a kiss to silence her moans. With each movement, he felt like he was losing himself. Like there was no end to the need for this woman meeting him thrust for thrust. The lust between them grew to be so powerful that they were risking everything, but it didn’t end there. Buried deep inside of her, his mind wasn’t solely on physical pleasure.

  When it was all over, the thought of parting ways drove him forward with angry thrusts. The idea of not seeing Eden for another undetermined amount of time caused his control to slip. The kisses traveled from her lips to her neck, where he bit and sucked her skin to a deep red and purple hue. Eden’s moans were killing him. Turning him on but breaking him down. Then unexpected words breezed through her lips with a sigh the same time he felt her walls clenched around him.

  “I love this.”

  He came hard off imagining she was saying she loved him. No sooner than he backed away, Eden turned. She used the wall to hold her up, and without provocation, he locked her arms around his neck again. With her head on his chest, she had to have heard the rapid beating. She had to know that it was for her.

  TWENTY-ONE

  “Why are we like this?” Eden blurted through harsh breathing. After the scene they put on in the fabric shop, having sex in random places became a frequent habit. This episode took place in the bathroom of the department store across the street from his office. She had no real interest in the outdated threads but the space of their changing room’s privacy.

  Donny looked up her grinning from ear to ear, “I don’t know, but I like it.”

  She smiled back, touching his nose with hers, “Me too.”

  “What was that?—you want, round two?” He jerked his hips to show her he was ready to go again.

  “I’d love that,” she kissed him lightly. As Donny lifted Eden to get another condom, they both groaned, feeling his phone vibrate in the other pocket. He looked at the screen and immediately brought it to his ear.

  “Tonito?”

  “Primo, I’m in a fucking bind.” Eden tried to get up with the intention of fixing her clothes and to mind her business, but Donny grabbed her hip to stop her. He shook his head as if to tell her to stay.

  “What’s going on?”

  “Remember that issue Rich’s new partner helped with? Well, she’s ready for me to pay my dues in dick.”

  The face Donny made was comical, but thoughts of Kya prevented laughter. “I hate to say this, but you might have to deliver on this one. By asking for her help, she already knows too much. Once that problem is dealt with, she can and will hold that shit over your head.”

  “Yeah, I know. Telling her my dick belongs to Kya seemed to make her want it more. We aren’t together anymore, but... I still can’t.”

  “Maybe you can trick her. Make sure it’s dark in the room and get one of the young boys to handle it for you.”

  “Or he could just use a dildo,” Eden interjected, covering her mouth with her hand when she remembered that Antonio had no clue she was there. He was silent for a moment, and Donny looked thoughtful.

  “You know, that’s not a bad idea.”

  “It’s a great idea,” Antonio added. “She’s smart. She’ll probably have cameras set up for more leverage. Sneaking someone else in would be a challenge. If I can find one that feels real and is similar in size, I should be good, right?”

  Eden shook her head, “That might be a challenge, too. What makes them feel real is the type of silicone used to make it. Most aren’t made to feel real in texture but to replicate the hardness. Your best bet is to mold yours. It’s quick and won’t cost you anything since I have a few kits at my apartment.”

  Both men went silent with Donny frowning. “You just happen to keep those lying around?”

  “No, still have them because I signed a contract, so I have to market them. I told you this, remember?”

  “Vaguely,” he wasn’t exactly happy, and it was amusing.

  Brushing that off, Eden continued, “If you come by my apartment today, I can set you up with one. You could have this done sooner than later. I also have belts used for strap-ons for a hands-free situation.”

  They were silent again. She laughed at the idea of these men suddenly becoming church girls.

  Antonio spoke first with an audible breath. “What time are you going to be home?”

  “I can meet you in forty. That’ll give me enough time to get in so you can come through the back.”

  Donny still wasn’t happy when the call ended, and he made it known immediately. “It’s not safe for him to be at your place.”

  “It’s as safe as us meeting every other day to fuck, Donovan. If someone’s following you, I’m sure they’ve realized you, and I are ironically in the same space too often to be strangers.”

  “I take the longest routes to get to you. I don’t like the idea of you being exposed.”

  “Is it that, or are you struggling with the idea of me molding another man’s penis?”

  “Both.”

  She snorted, climbing off of his lap. “You heard him. He only wants Kya. Even if I were that kind of girl and threw this goodness at him, he wouldn’t be down. If it bothers you that much, why don’t you come, too? That way, we can get that second round, dinner, and a third.”

  “I have something I have to do, but if you’re still up when I leave, I’ll come by.”

  Oddly, there was a pang of jealousy. Without any real reason, her mood was dampened. He’d never been so curt or vague before. Perhaps knowledge of that is what made her feel hurt. Eden pushed that feeling down with the urge to question him.

  “Promise?” She leaned down for a kiss, smiling when it was returned.

  “I promise.”

  Around Donny, Antonio was like a soldier with a faint smile. Around Kya, he was like a giant with a soft spot for a kitten. Around her, he was flat out intimidating. Similar to a predator lurking about and planning an attack. He said very few words after his greeting upon entry. His attention was solely on his phone until she pulled out one of the kits.

  As she opened it, she handed him the mold and found humor in how he eyed it.

  “So what’s going to happen is, I’m going to mix this with water,” she held up a packet of powder. “You’re going to have to be fully erect when you put your penis in this hole and pour this mixture in or, if you don’t mind the mess, pour this inside first. Once the impression is made, I’ll pour medical grade silicone inside it to create your replica. It’ll take a few hours to set fully.”

  He eyed her, suspiciously, “You’ve done this before.” It wasn’t a question and felt more like an accusation.

  “Actually, no. I’ve seen it done, though.” She handed him the long, transparent cylinder. She then moved toward the kitchen to wash her hands, put gloves on, and mix the product. Antonio was so light on his feet she hadn’t realize
d he’d gotten up or that he was behind her. With everything he needed in-hand, she directed him to the bathroom.

  When he returned with the cast, Eden practically dropped the bowl in her hands. She pulled her lips inward and took it from him, mustering all her strength to keep her composure.

  “We’re going to need another pack of silicone.” Turning, she laughed silently. After seeing the plaster mold impression, she was convinced that Antonio and Donny were really blood-related.

  Quickly pouring in the extra silicone, she took a seat at the breakfast bar where Antonio watched her closely. Eden tried to use her phone as a distraction. It was a fail. The man across from her had a penetrating stare equivalent to a death ray. She felt him burning holes into her and stayed quiet until she couldn’t.

  “I feel like you have something you want to say to me.”

  He cracked a smile lacking friendliness. “Nothing to say. Just thoughts and questions.”

  “Such as?”

  There was amusement in his eyes only. Leaning against the counter did little to make him less intimidating and less threatening, but Eden held her ground.

  “I’m wondering what your aim is. First, you popped up out of the blue to rekindle your friendship with Kya. Now, you have my cousin wrapped around your finger. I’m just trying to figure out what game you’re playing.”

  Eden biting back emotions that would make her appear defensive. “So moving back home and spending time with a man who pursued me is playing a game. That’s news to me and pretty interesting coming from you, seeing as you’d know all about playing games.”

  The smile he gave her wasn’t the least bit friendly. “I’ve never claimed to be perfect. Not to Kya and not to anyone, but I have laid everything on the line and have nothing to hide.”